Vigilant Hills/dialogue

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Ambient dialogue for Vigilant Hills from past Living World releases can be found here.

Ambient dialogue[edit]

During Battle for Lion's Arch[edit]

Between Peneloopee and Bloomanoo
Peneloopee: Oooh.. Quaggan is so cold!
Bloomanoo: Quaggan is too.
(Peneloopee runs a lap around the camp fire before returning to Bloomanoo)
Peneloopee: Quaggans should snuggle for warmth.
Peneloopee: What are quaggans going to do now? Quaggan's old home is gone, and now quaggan's new home is too.
Peneloopee: Quaggan is trying hard not to cry.
Bloomanoo: Don't fret love. The journey takes its toll, but the waters at the end will be fresh.
Peneloopee: Quaggan's home is wherever Bloomanoo is.
Peneloopee: Quaggan thinks there must be warmer waters south of here.
Bloomanoo: Quaggan is brave. Quaggan will make the journey.
Peneloopee: Nnngh. Quaggan wishes Scarlet would die!
Between Crusader Breachstride and Tactician Hazardclaw
Crusader Breachstride: The enemy's in there. Why are we standing around with our weapons in our hands?
Tactician Hazardclaw: Save that energy. We'll be leading the charge just as soon as a gust pushes the miasma out to sea.
Crusader Breachstride: Hmpf. Damn miasma.
Crusader Breachstride: You see all the dead Lionguard they've been pulling out of the city?
Tactician Hazardclaw: Shh. Not around the civilians.
Tactician Hazardclaw: Never thought I'd be protecting this many civilians in our own backyard.
Crusader Breachstride: I know. Usually we'd get dispatched to some awful hole in the ground.
Crusader Breachstride: After our shift is done, I can walk back, have a hot meal, and sleep in my own bunk. Kinda nice.
Crusader Breachstride: Uh, you know...
Tactician Hazardclaw: I was thinking the same thing. I don't mind pulling extra guard duty.
Crusader Breachstride: And I don't mind donating my chow. Yeah.
Tactician Hazardclaw: Same here.
Tactician Hazardclaw: Scarlet's barged in and taken a whole city overnight. Imagine the planning.
Crusader Breachstride: I don't know and I don't care to know. Just tell me when we get to kick down the door and ruin her day.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: How are we doing?
Lionguard Corpsman: There's a spike in secondary infections. Moss lung and longfeather rashes, mostly.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Whose bright idea was it to have open-air hospitals?
Lionguard Corpsman: The Vigil's infirmary is packed with wounded. It's a complete mess in there.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Well, tell their warmasters these people need to be inside. Otherwise, we'll be digging mass graves on their doorstep.
Lionguard Corpsman: You look beat.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: And you look like a bloated dolyak's rump.
Lionguard Corpsman: I mean, when's the last time you got some sleep?
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Patients first. Sleep later.
Lionguard Healer Halloway comes to Wounded Lionguard
Wounded Lionguard: (cough) Where am I?
Lionguard Healer Halloway: A Lionguard field hospital.
Wounded Lionguard: (cough) Can barely breathe. Lungs and eyes feel on fire.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: It'll pass. You need to take it easy. Now, I need your name and unit, for the records.
Wounded Lionguard: Drax Tinderstride, Private. Sixth Harbor detail. (cough)
Lionguard Healer Halloway: That's fine, soldier. Get some rest.
Lionguard Healer Halloway returns to Lionguard Corpsman
Lionguard Healer Halloway: He'll be gone in an hour. Add his name to the list.
Lionguard Corpsman: You're finally taking a break?
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Turns out I got a volunteer.
Lionguard Corpsman: Is that a golem?
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Don't knock it. It doesn't sleep, doesn't need to eat, doesn't feel demoralized by dying patients.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: The thing just showed up, wanting to help. At this point, I could use it.
Heal-o-Tron: Analyzing—miasma—aerosol.
Lionguard Corpsman: You can do that?
Heal-o-Tron: Consortium—programming—offers—basic—analysis—of—chemical—compounds. Analysis—underway.
Lionguard Corpsman: Can you find a cure?
Heal-o-Tron: For—current—late-stage—patients, negative.
Heal-o-Tron: However, infection—appears—to—be—counteracted—by—subaether—harmonics—in—a—localized—energy—field.
Lionguard Healer Halloway comes to the nearby group of Seraph
Seraph Sergeant: Are you in charge here?
Lionguard Healer Halloway: You have a complaint? And I was having such a good day.
Seraph Sergeant: Official Seraph business, ma'am. We're looking for a golem. It's been—
Lionguard Healer Halloway: You're kidding. I thought you were the first of a relief effort from Divinity's Reach, but you're here for a golem?
Seraph Soldier: Have you seen one? Small, ovoid shaped, two arms, hovers. Sarcastic tone.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Yes, it's my backup medic.
Seraph Soldier: You are ordered to hand over the golem immediately.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: You want me to give over the only other combat medic I have? Go eat your sword.
Seraph Sergeant: Orders are orders. The golem is wanted on an outstanding warrant.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: What's the charge?
Seraph Sergeant: Aiding and abetting a known mass murderer—Scarlet Briar.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: You're joking! No, I don't think you've ever joked in your life.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: Gods...I'll go find him.
Heal-o-Tron comes to the group
Heal-o-Tron: This—unit—was—summoned. How—may—I—assist—you?
Lionguard Healer Halloway: These Seraph say you helped Scarlet. Fess up. Is it true?
Heal-o-Tron: Negative.
Seraph Sergeant: It's lying. It was seen in Scarlet's presence when she attacked the Queen's Jubilee.
Heal-o-Tron: I—was—captured—and—forced—into—Scarlet's—service. This—unit—has—no—loyalty—to—her.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: See? Now either help with the wounded or leave. We've got injured to treat.
Seraph Sergeant: It seems this golem left out a few crucial details, such has his being found guilty of aiding Scarlet.
Lionguard Healer Halloway: You were found guilty of helping the psycho who's hammering our city?
Heal-o-Tron: Affirmative. However—
Lionguard Healer Halloway: However, nothing. Get away from my patients. You're probably behind what put them here. Get out!
Seraph Sergeant: You heard the lady. Come with us. Now.
Heal-o-Tron: Negative. I—paid—my—debt—to—the—people—of—Divinity's—Reach. I—raised—thousands—of—gold—for—them—during—Wintersday.
Heal-o-Tron: I—overheard—Seraph—talking—about—using—this—unit—to—
Seraph Sergeant: Enough. Come along right now. You have nowhere to run.
Heal-o-Tron: Negative! I—will—find—an—alternate—solution. This—unit—is—no—longer—in—your—possession.